I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 53 Instant Sainthood

But the Supreme Sage simply smiled coldly:

"Ancestor of Humanity, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation isn't used like that. You're far from being proficient."

The Sage of Taiqing was not afraid at all and directly suppressed it. Yuanshi Tianzun, who had reacted, also took out the Pangu Banner and forcefully attacked the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Jieyin, who was inside the sword formation, also seized this opportunity to unleash his power instantly.

Rumble.

puff--.

The three saints besieged the Ancestor of Humanity, causing his blood to splatter across the primordial land. The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was instantly shattered, and Ye Yang's body also fell rapidly towards the primordial land.

However, the three saints did not let them go.

"Hmph, Ancestor of Humanity, since you are so stubborn, today is your death day."

"Ancestor of Humanity, I will kill you first, then kill Tongtian, to avenge my junior brother—".

"Ancestor of Humanity, you have disobeyed the Sage, you deserve to die."

The three saints issued a kill order, and suddenly, a figure appeared.

"Ancestor of Humanity, die—!"

Nuwa arrived and, taking advantage of a moment of inattention, slapped Ye Yang in the chest.

"Nuwa, it's you—".

Ye Yang's eyes were filled with rage and murderous intent, wishing he could kill him with a single sword strike, but it was too late. However, at that very moment, a giant hand from the sky suddenly attacked.

"Nuwa, how dare you—"

Rumble.

A figure spanning 108,000 miles burst forth from the sea of ​​blood, its entire body engulfed in endless malevolent flames.

The Blood Sea was formed from a mouthful of blood of Pangu, containing endless evil energy. In the end, it is also of the Pangu lineage, but it was separated like the Three Pure Ones after the creation of heaven and earth (PS: Don't take this too seriously, as long as the meaning is there).

Houtu fell into the sea of ​​blood and instantly absorbed endless evil energy, causing her entire body to go berserk on the spot.

"Burn, Ancestral Witch's essence blood—"

A fiery figure, 108,000 miles tall, burst forth from the Netherworld Blood Sea and grabbed at Nuwa, intending to crush her. The giant hand of the heavens descended, terrifying Nuwa.

"Houtu, you're still not dead?"

Nuwa quickly dodged and fled. Houtu was covered in filth and evil energy, which was her innate karma. Once she was tainted, the karma would be endless. Nuwa was already entangled in the karma of the human race, so how could she dare to risk it alone?

Rumble.

With a single palm strike, the primordial earth trembled.

"Ancestor of Humanity, are you alright?"

The giant hand immediately caught Ye Yang, but at this moment, Ye Yang was white-haired and looked like he was about to die.

Why are you so silly?

However, the other three saints gave them no chance and had already attacked. This moment was their opportunity; they could simply bear the endless karma.

"Houtu, die!"

"Ancestor of Humanity, prepare to die."

The three sages attacked again. Houtu looked up to the sky and roared. She was nothing more than an ant. She might be able to fight Nuwa, but against the other three sages, death was the only option. However, she was unwilling to accept this.

At Mount Buzhou, the twelve Ancestral Witches condensed the true form of Pangu, activated Pangu's will, and are currently fighting against Hongjun and other extraterrestrial demons.

Among the great powers of the primordial world, none could help him; his only reliance was the Tongtian Sect Leader, who at this moment was also white-haired and lifeless.

At this moment, there is no one to help.

"Father Pangu, where are you—?"

Houtu roared loudly, her heart filled with grief and indignation. Was it really that difficult to attain enlightenment and reincarnation? All she wanted was to leave a path for the Wu tribe, so why was it so difficult?

The progenitor of humanity, in order to pave a path for humankind, did not hesitate to burn everything, even the precious and the worthless, and that was indeed the outcome.

In an effort to save the Jie Sect, Tongtian Jiaozhu (the leader of the Jie Sect) did not hesitate to burn his primordial spirit, but even with his life force exhausted, it was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water.

He wanted to find a way to survive for the Wu tribe, but he wanted the Twelve Ancestral Witches to give up everything.

The heavenly saints will not give Houtu a chance to lament or grieve; the three saints have already come to kill.

Old man—.

Suddenly, the four swords of Zhuxian trembled violently.

"Hmm? What is this?"

In the next instant, all I felt was the overwhelming light of swords.

"Master, you..."

Ye Yang looked with difficulty at the Tongtian Sect Leader lying on the ground. At this moment, his hair was still completely white, and his life or death was unknown, but the Four Swords of Zhuxian moved.

Ye Yang was shocked.

"This is the will of the Tongtian Sect Leader, and his will is still fighting."

Slowly looking down at Houtu, Ye Yang's eyes blazed with fire, and the human race's fortune once again became his nourishment.

"Though the leader is dead, his will to fight never ceases. How can I, as the progenitor of humanity, live on in disgrace? Let us fight, let us burn to the last drop of blood."

The four swords of Zhuxian slowly rose into the air, and Ye Yang looked up at the three saints.

"Humans will only die standing up, they will never live on their knees."

Rumble.

Ye Yang unleashed his final trump card, and countless human willpower erupted in that instant, causing the Four Swords of Zhuxian to shine brightly.

"Not enough, this is not enough, this is far from enough. I need more luck, much more luck!"

He roared in his heart, but felt powerless to continue. Even if he burned away all of humanity's fortune, he could not activate the Four Swords of Zhuxian, which carried the will of the heavens.

Seeing this, Houtu instantly understood. She looked up at the three sages and then at Ye Yang, tears of heartache streaming down her face. She made a decision in her heart that she felt ashamed before heaven and earth and before Pangu.

Thump—

All that could be seen was Houtu suddenly kneeling down in front of the Buzhou Mountains.

"Father God above, your descendant, the ancestral witch Houtu, has failed you. I hope you will not take offense."

"Dear Ancestral Witch brothers and sisters, your younger sister Houtu is sorry."

"And to all the beings of the Witch Clan, I'm sorry. Let me bear all the karma of the Witch Clan. I'm so sorry."

The heavens roared three times, and the ancestral witch Houtu performed the nine-kowtow ceremony. In that instant, the ancestral witch Houtu was covered in golden light.

"I, a true descendant of Pangu, the ancestral witch Houtu, today gather all the fortune of the ancestral witch to help the human ancestor raise his sword to fight the saint, betting everything on the witch clan—".

"Houtu, no—!"

The twelve ancestral witches were terrified. In that instant, they clearly felt their strength waning, and Pangu's true form began to sway and become unstable.

"Burn! Forget about the girl. Trust in our ancestor. The only thing we can do is buy her as much time as possible. Let's not hold back, unleash our power!"

Rumble.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have staked everything.

At the same time, countless golden auspicious clouds of fortune erupted across the entire primordial land, booming—.

It instantly illuminated the entire primordial world.

"Heavens, does the Witch Clan have so much good fortune?"

The powerful beings of the primordial world were greatly shocked. Although they knew that the Witch Clan's fortune was soaring, they never expected that they were still frogs in a well.

"As expected of a race that inherits the legacy of Pangu, their fortune is truly remarkable."

Upon witnessing this scene, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi of the Heavenly Court's demon race finally understood and let out a wry smile:

"Hehe, I used to think that my demon race was the overlord of the primordial world, but I never expected to find out today that in front of the witch race, the demon race is nothing but an ant, hehehe."

Di Jun burst into tears, realizing that he had been too shallow. What he had seen before was merely the tip of the iceberg of the Ancestral Witches, only that the Witch Clan had no saints.

Although he regretted it, he understood in his heart that there was no turning back now that the arrow had been released. He slowly looked down at the primordial land and knew that Di Jun already knew the fate of the demon race.

"The war between the Lich and the Demon race must continue. The demon race is not afraid of death. I, Di Jun, will defend the dignity of the demon race with my life."

Rumble.

All that could be seen was the endless aura of the Witch Clan converging on Ye Yang's body. In an instant, Ye Yang's originally white hair suddenly surged like a raging waterfall, returning to its original black color. His previously haggard face regained its glory at this moment.

Rumble.

Jinxian.

Great Golden Immortal

Ye Yang's cultivation level skyrocketed, instantly surpassing the threshold of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"A quasi-saint? That's fast."

However, before anyone could react, in an instant, Ye Yang's aura was already approaching that of a saint.

"Achieving sainthood on the spot."

However, there was no golden light falling from the heavens and earth, nor was there a scene of purple aura coming from the east for three thousand miles. Today, the Heavenly Dao has collapsed and the order has crumbled. Even if Ye Yang becomes a saint, he will be nameless, at most possessing the power of a saint.

"Houtu, you..."

At this moment, all that could be seen was that Houtu was covered in endless karma. If she did not immediately attain sainthood, she would die and her Dao would dissipate.

"Houtu, reincarnate, or you will die."

Now that Hongjun and the others are being held back by Pangu's true form, Ye Yang, wielding the Zhuxian Sword Formation, is able to hold off the four saints for a moment. At this point, no one can stop Houtu anymore. If she doesn't transform into Samsara now, when will she?

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)